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“Only a plank---a plank between them and the pitiless, fathomless ocean on which they had set out with such unknowing fearlessness; into whose boiling depths hundreds sank daily and disappeared, never to rise again.”

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Book:The Romance of a Shop
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The Romance of a Shop

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Amy Levy
Amy Levy

Amy Levy, an English essayist, was born on November 10, 1861, and passed away on September 10, 1889. Her works are known for their sharp psychological insights and profound depiction of women's lives in the late 19th century. more

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